Post by Alan Envy on Mar 15, 2015 15:18:01 GMT -6
Kids these days….
No respect shown, think they are entitled to everything when they haven’t earned a fucking thing in the first place.
Sometimes you just got to smack them in the mouth, and is exactly what I did against Kaupena Yoon this past week. All of his so called shit talk about me getting too old and having to step down so youngsters like him can move up and become the representatives of New Edge Wrestling was all for nothing. Kaupena Yoon you proved that you weren’t ready for that main event spotlight, and considering that your claim to fame was working for a drug pusher in some Hawaiian strip club pretending to be a legitimate wrestling promotion prior to you being in the main event of an Ignite show in New Edge Wrestling you at least can tell your grandkids about what you experienced at Ignite this past week.
Yet more importantly you can tell your grandchildren once you faced the great Al Envy, the heart and soul of New Edge Wrestling, the greatest champion of any kind that this company has ever had all because I bring respect to any title that I hold, and right now it is the Trans-Atlantic Championship, the number 1 title in New Edge, oh you want to argue that statement? Ok I will.
My title hasn't been held by the likes of Molly Mayhem and been disgraced by Blair Buchannan and that stupid fucking stunt she pulled at Ignite 200. The NEW World Heavyweight Championship, no matter how hard people try to say that is the number 1 belt in this business, is on fucking life support. And despite the fact that a guy like Father Nathan right now currently holds it that belt is still beneath the TA title, and I don’t give a fuck if people disagree with me or not. Because you see all of this new blood coming into NEW aren’t looking for you Father Nathan, they aren't calling you out on Twitter, hell they don’t even know who in the fuck you are until they show up and wonder why in the hell you are holding a world championship.No reverand they come looking for me, the Trans-Atlantic Champion and face of this fucking company Al Envy.
And yes I am the face of this company, just go ahead and scratch the heart and soul part because honestly the heart and soul of this company is Jesse Styles. He is the heart and soul and I am the face, a very sexy face at that too, and the only goddamn reason this company is still going is because of Jesse and myself. When all of you bitches decide to step up your game and prove us wrong then so be it. Until then he and I are the standard in New Edge Wrestling.
Oh so you want to argue right? Well lets see. Father Nathan isn't the face of shit. Unlike myself who is a fighting champion he won’t even defend the world title against a worthy competitor in Valora Salinas this week in the so called main event. So why would a coward be a face of the company. Let’s see who is next...Roger Wright? He despite being one of the greats never embraced being the face, and now he is going to fall into irrelevance having to drag his no talent brother around as they are now the Tag Team Champions. Who else could argue to be the face, oh yeah Hunter Valentyne who recently lost a match in UWL disappointing the company NEW that he represented which not a shock Hunter Valentyne has disappointed for most of his life. Despite shitty and boring NEW title runs he has fallen far from grace ever since his meal ticket Johnny Stylez hit the bricks and left him to go on his own. Blair Buchannan?? Yeah don’t fucking insult me.
So argument done. I, Al Envy, the Show Stealer and still Trans-Atlantic Champion is the face of this company. Its a face you can be damn proud of too, and be jealous that your face isn’t near as sexy as mine is.And speaking of newbies walking into the company I represent looking to become names at my expense now we come to my opponent for this week.
Sasha Foote…..
Yeah I know. Who??
Club Rain had been jumping all night. The once Club Envious before I gave ownership back to Jesse Styles had gone back to its original name. The small little fire that was started by arsonists that had done some damage was long gone due to repairs and improvements. Despite not being full owner of the place because I gave my ownership back to Jesse Styles I was still treated pretty well in this place. Anytime I was in the building the best VIP room was always at my disposal. The finest alcohol was served to me and I sat in a luxury of comfort with fine leather seating and a primo view of the action down below me. No one could see me sitting up here but I could see everything going on.
I have always enjoyed watching the patrons walk into this club. Most of them were just simple plain customers This was their one night of the week where they could think they were actually somebody. They were grocery store workers, fast food managers, homemakers and business men and women. Hell they probably saved for months just to buy the clothes they are wearing just for this night and also had to save up to afford their bar tabs they were going to run up tonight. Yep, pretty much these were your typical plain Janes and generic Gregs. This was their one night they could be in the same place as an Al Envy is or a Jesse Styles. Their one night where they will act like important people.
That was why I always sat in the private sections, so I could avoid people like that with their real jobs. Their aurora of mediocrity was something I always feared would rub off on me like a virus or a cold being transferred between person and person. These people were pathetic, phonies, masqueraded fakes. The real deal was sitting in this VIP Suite overlooking it all like a God among st people. They all wanted to be me, to look at me. They wanted a glimpse of someone they all wished they were. And guess what right on queue. Two people walked in who are just like the rest of these people.
Her blonde hair replaced the jet black hair that I saw in the hallway outside of Jesse’s office at Ignite. Sasha Foote walked in with some douche looking dude and they had that same look in their eyes of the rest of these people in this club. You want to know why she had that look? Because she was just like these people in this place. Mediocre... inspiring to be something that she could never be.
I polished off another glass of my scotch and reached into my jacket pocket and took out a cigarette and lit it. Looking around I noticed that my area was full of empty glasses and napkins. My ashtray was full of ash. Where in the fuck was the bar back that was supposed to be cleaning up my VIP area??
Looking into the corner I saw him on his cell phone. Just for the hell of it I decided to eavesdrop a little.
‘So yeah I have another great idea for a wrestling company. No its not like the last one I opened or the one before that or before that or before that. Yes Ed if I get the funds I can make it work. No...it will be a few years down the road. I still have this bar back job here at Club Rain. Yeah it sucks working for him but I have to pay my bills. Yes Jesse Styles is a big jerk. Yes I wish I was like him.”
Al Envy: Um..I hate to interrupt you there pal but my area seems a little messy…
“Oh shit I got to go. I need to get back to work. Yes that person sounded like Al Envy because it is Al Envy. No I am not getting his autograph for you. Just start trying to get some people who might want to try and invest into my idea for a wrestling company. No I am not talking Al into joining even if I would give him our world title. Bye!”
The guy turned around. His name tag was crooked and read the name Marcus.
Marcus: I am sorry sir I will get this cleaned up right now. Would you like Sara to bring you another scotch?
Al Envy: Yeah that will be fine. So…..you're a former wrestling promoter. I heard your conversation that you were having on the clock I might add
Me asking that question caused Marcus’ eyes to light up. He walked up to me smiling.
Marcus: Yeah I used to be. I have owned a few companies in the Midwest. Sadly they all closed, but I am determined to run a successful wrestling company. I just need the right angle you know.
I was handed another scotch from the waitress named Sara who smiled sweetly to her only client of the night and walked away with her head down. Noticing that Marcus was still standing next to me thinking I was going to have a conversation with him my attention went back to the bar back.
Al Envy: Well until you open up another company there champ these glasses will not wash themselves. So I suggest you get yourself back to work. I kind of am a friend with your boss.
The fat little bar back knew I had lost interest in his desires to fail at running another wrestling company or whatever he did and started cleaning up finally. Then I heard a commotion coming from the dance floor. Looking down I saw some dude knocked out and Sasha Foote standing over him. Her friend she came in with was pulling her back. Sipping my scotch I watched everything unfold. I was making a mental note to myself that I better go hit up Twitter to see her brag about knocking out someone that isn't Al Envy.
Just then Jesse Styles came barging into the suite. His phone was glued to his ear.
Jesse Styles: Yes get them the fuck out of here. I know she isn't really anyone important but eventually that dude will realize she is associated with New Edge Wrestling and fucking try to sue me over this stupid shit.
Jesse ends the call and stands there looking at me. He starts looking around the area.
Jesse Styles: Got damn this place is a fucking pig pen. MARCUS!!!
Fat little Marcus came running into the suite.
Jesse Styles: Why is this looking like your apartment or something. I fucking pay you to do your fucking job and I assigned you an easy one in making sure everything stays clean for Mr. Envy here. WHat were you day dreaming that you will open a successful wrestling company again? You do backyard wrestling you dumb bitch your not a real fucking promoter. You know what…..you make me want to vomit when I look at you. Get the fuck out fat boy…... your FFFIIIRRREEEDD!!!!
Marcus looks like he wants to cry as he tosses his towel down to the floor. He slowly turns and walks out. He grabs his cell probably calling to cry to his mother.
Al Envy: So…...this Sasha girl has a hell of a temper.
Jesse Styles: And a good right cross. I liked her with the black hair though before. Making herself turn blonde really makes her generic looking don’t you think. I wouldn't take her lightly.
Smiling at Jesse who now had a glass of scotch in his hand from the waitress Sara I stare straight into his eyes.
Al Envy: No worries boss. Unlike people like Hunter I have pride in representing New Edge Wrestling. I will be damned if some upstart thinks they are walking into this place and putting me down at the expense of making a name for themselves. Besides from what I hear she is getting pretty popular with all of these average people who think they are the same as people like us. It will be my pleasure to squash their great hope indeed.
We both watch as Sasha and her beau leave Club Rain. I turn around from the window and grab my cell. Chris Styles had texted me asking me to meet him at the Palmer House Hilton.
Al Envy: Do you know why your brother would text me asking him to meet him at the Palmer House?
Jesse Styles: Actually that is why I came up here. To tell you that you need to go meet him. He for some reason is staying the night there. Said he set something up for you.
Al Envy: Well that's great. Chris Styles sets something up for me and I don’t know what it is. If I go there and he has promised some ugly bitches a chance to see my dick I am going to bitch slap him and those ugly broads.
Jesse Styles: No matter. Just go and see what’s up. He told me it would benefit you and NEW. Chris is an idiot but he does have this company in his best interests for the most part. And he worships you seriously he does. He wouldn't try to embarrass you unintentionally.
Slipping on my sunglasses I nod at Jesse and make my way out of the club. Walking out the private entrance of the club I look to the street and see Sasha and her boyfriend I guess. I read her lips and find out his name is Matty. Smiling I enter into the private car and am taken towards the Palmer Street Hilton.
No respect shown, think they are entitled to everything when they haven’t earned a fucking thing in the first place.
Sometimes you just got to smack them in the mouth, and is exactly what I did against Kaupena Yoon this past week. All of his so called shit talk about me getting too old and having to step down so youngsters like him can move up and become the representatives of New Edge Wrestling was all for nothing. Kaupena Yoon you proved that you weren’t ready for that main event spotlight, and considering that your claim to fame was working for a drug pusher in some Hawaiian strip club pretending to be a legitimate wrestling promotion prior to you being in the main event of an Ignite show in New Edge Wrestling you at least can tell your grandkids about what you experienced at Ignite this past week.
Yet more importantly you can tell your grandchildren once you faced the great Al Envy, the heart and soul of New Edge Wrestling, the greatest champion of any kind that this company has ever had all because I bring respect to any title that I hold, and right now it is the Trans-Atlantic Championship, the number 1 title in New Edge, oh you want to argue that statement? Ok I will.
My title hasn't been held by the likes of Molly Mayhem and been disgraced by Blair Buchannan and that stupid fucking stunt she pulled at Ignite 200. The NEW World Heavyweight Championship, no matter how hard people try to say that is the number 1 belt in this business, is on fucking life support. And despite the fact that a guy like Father Nathan right now currently holds it that belt is still beneath the TA title, and I don’t give a fuck if people disagree with me or not. Because you see all of this new blood coming into NEW aren’t looking for you Father Nathan, they aren't calling you out on Twitter, hell they don’t even know who in the fuck you are until they show up and wonder why in the hell you are holding a world championship.No reverand they come looking for me, the Trans-Atlantic Champion and face of this fucking company Al Envy.
And yes I am the face of this company, just go ahead and scratch the heart and soul part because honestly the heart and soul of this company is Jesse Styles. He is the heart and soul and I am the face, a very sexy face at that too, and the only goddamn reason this company is still going is because of Jesse and myself. When all of you bitches decide to step up your game and prove us wrong then so be it. Until then he and I are the standard in New Edge Wrestling.
Oh so you want to argue right? Well lets see. Father Nathan isn't the face of shit. Unlike myself who is a fighting champion he won’t even defend the world title against a worthy competitor in Valora Salinas this week in the so called main event. So why would a coward be a face of the company. Let’s see who is next...Roger Wright? He despite being one of the greats never embraced being the face, and now he is going to fall into irrelevance having to drag his no talent brother around as they are now the Tag Team Champions. Who else could argue to be the face, oh yeah Hunter Valentyne who recently lost a match in UWL disappointing the company NEW that he represented which not a shock Hunter Valentyne has disappointed for most of his life. Despite shitty and boring NEW title runs he has fallen far from grace ever since his meal ticket Johnny Stylez hit the bricks and left him to go on his own. Blair Buchannan?? Yeah don’t fucking insult me.
So argument done. I, Al Envy, the Show Stealer and still Trans-Atlantic Champion is the face of this company. Its a face you can be damn proud of too, and be jealous that your face isn’t near as sexy as mine is.And speaking of newbies walking into the company I represent looking to become names at my expense now we come to my opponent for this week.
Sasha Foote…..
Yeah I know. Who??
Club Rain had been jumping all night. The once Club Envious before I gave ownership back to Jesse Styles had gone back to its original name. The small little fire that was started by arsonists that had done some damage was long gone due to repairs and improvements. Despite not being full owner of the place because I gave my ownership back to Jesse Styles I was still treated pretty well in this place. Anytime I was in the building the best VIP room was always at my disposal. The finest alcohol was served to me and I sat in a luxury of comfort with fine leather seating and a primo view of the action down below me. No one could see me sitting up here but I could see everything going on.
I have always enjoyed watching the patrons walk into this club. Most of them were just simple plain customers This was their one night of the week where they could think they were actually somebody. They were grocery store workers, fast food managers, homemakers and business men and women. Hell they probably saved for months just to buy the clothes they are wearing just for this night and also had to save up to afford their bar tabs they were going to run up tonight. Yep, pretty much these were your typical plain Janes and generic Gregs. This was their one night they could be in the same place as an Al Envy is or a Jesse Styles. Their one night where they will act like important people.
That was why I always sat in the private sections, so I could avoid people like that with their real jobs. Their aurora of mediocrity was something I always feared would rub off on me like a virus or a cold being transferred between person and person. These people were pathetic, phonies, masqueraded fakes. The real deal was sitting in this VIP Suite overlooking it all like a God among st people. They all wanted to be me, to look at me. They wanted a glimpse of someone they all wished they were. And guess what right on queue. Two people walked in who are just like the rest of these people.
Her blonde hair replaced the jet black hair that I saw in the hallway outside of Jesse’s office at Ignite. Sasha Foote walked in with some douche looking dude and they had that same look in their eyes of the rest of these people in this club. You want to know why she had that look? Because she was just like these people in this place. Mediocre... inspiring to be something that she could never be.
I polished off another glass of my scotch and reached into my jacket pocket and took out a cigarette and lit it. Looking around I noticed that my area was full of empty glasses and napkins. My ashtray was full of ash. Where in the fuck was the bar back that was supposed to be cleaning up my VIP area??
Looking into the corner I saw him on his cell phone. Just for the hell of it I decided to eavesdrop a little.
‘So yeah I have another great idea for a wrestling company. No its not like the last one I opened or the one before that or before that or before that. Yes Ed if I get the funds I can make it work. No...it will be a few years down the road. I still have this bar back job here at Club Rain. Yeah it sucks working for him but I have to pay my bills. Yes Jesse Styles is a big jerk. Yes I wish I was like him.”
Al Envy: Um..I hate to interrupt you there pal but my area seems a little messy…
“Oh shit I got to go. I need to get back to work. Yes that person sounded like Al Envy because it is Al Envy. No I am not getting his autograph for you. Just start trying to get some people who might want to try and invest into my idea for a wrestling company. No I am not talking Al into joining even if I would give him our world title. Bye!”
The guy turned around. His name tag was crooked and read the name Marcus.
Marcus: I am sorry sir I will get this cleaned up right now. Would you like Sara to bring you another scotch?
Al Envy: Yeah that will be fine. So…..you're a former wrestling promoter. I heard your conversation that you were having on the clock I might add
Me asking that question caused Marcus’ eyes to light up. He walked up to me smiling.
Marcus: Yeah I used to be. I have owned a few companies in the Midwest. Sadly they all closed, but I am determined to run a successful wrestling company. I just need the right angle you know.
I was handed another scotch from the waitress named Sara who smiled sweetly to her only client of the night and walked away with her head down. Noticing that Marcus was still standing next to me thinking I was going to have a conversation with him my attention went back to the bar back.
Al Envy: Well until you open up another company there champ these glasses will not wash themselves. So I suggest you get yourself back to work. I kind of am a friend with your boss.
The fat little bar back knew I had lost interest in his desires to fail at running another wrestling company or whatever he did and started cleaning up finally. Then I heard a commotion coming from the dance floor. Looking down I saw some dude knocked out and Sasha Foote standing over him. Her friend she came in with was pulling her back. Sipping my scotch I watched everything unfold. I was making a mental note to myself that I better go hit up Twitter to see her brag about knocking out someone that isn't Al Envy.
Just then Jesse Styles came barging into the suite. His phone was glued to his ear.
Jesse Styles: Yes get them the fuck out of here. I know she isn't really anyone important but eventually that dude will realize she is associated with New Edge Wrestling and fucking try to sue me over this stupid shit.
Jesse ends the call and stands there looking at me. He starts looking around the area.
Jesse Styles: Got damn this place is a fucking pig pen. MARCUS!!!
Fat little Marcus came running into the suite.
Jesse Styles: Why is this looking like your apartment or something. I fucking pay you to do your fucking job and I assigned you an easy one in making sure everything stays clean for Mr. Envy here. WHat were you day dreaming that you will open a successful wrestling company again? You do backyard wrestling you dumb bitch your not a real fucking promoter. You know what…..you make me want to vomit when I look at you. Get the fuck out fat boy…... your FFFIIIRRREEEDD!!!!
Marcus looks like he wants to cry as he tosses his towel down to the floor. He slowly turns and walks out. He grabs his cell probably calling to cry to his mother.
Al Envy: So…...this Sasha girl has a hell of a temper.
Jesse Styles: And a good right cross. I liked her with the black hair though before. Making herself turn blonde really makes her generic looking don’t you think. I wouldn't take her lightly.
Smiling at Jesse who now had a glass of scotch in his hand from the waitress Sara I stare straight into his eyes.
Al Envy: No worries boss. Unlike people like Hunter I have pride in representing New Edge Wrestling. I will be damned if some upstart thinks they are walking into this place and putting me down at the expense of making a name for themselves. Besides from what I hear she is getting pretty popular with all of these average people who think they are the same as people like us. It will be my pleasure to squash their great hope indeed.
We both watch as Sasha and her beau leave Club Rain. I turn around from the window and grab my cell. Chris Styles had texted me asking me to meet him at the Palmer House Hilton.
Al Envy: Do you know why your brother would text me asking him to meet him at the Palmer House?
Jesse Styles: Actually that is why I came up here. To tell you that you need to go meet him. He for some reason is staying the night there. Said he set something up for you.
Al Envy: Well that's great. Chris Styles sets something up for me and I don’t know what it is. If I go there and he has promised some ugly bitches a chance to see my dick I am going to bitch slap him and those ugly broads.
Jesse Styles: No matter. Just go and see what’s up. He told me it would benefit you and NEW. Chris is an idiot but he does have this company in his best interests for the most part. And he worships you seriously he does. He wouldn't try to embarrass you unintentionally.
Slipping on my sunglasses I nod at Jesse and make my way out of the club. Walking out the private entrance of the club I look to the street and see Sasha and her boyfriend I guess. I read her lips and find out his name is Matty. Smiling I enter into the private car and am taken towards the Palmer Street Hilton.